Marie's POV
Mancini poured the wine slowly, like he was hosting some peaceful family dinner. He handed one glass to Dante, another to me, then filled his own.
Mancini raised his glass. "To the beautiful women we know," he said, raising the glass in my direction. But because Patricia was sitting beside me, it looked like he was raising it to both of us. She smiled shyly and picked up her own glass.
That's when I noticed that he was looking at her and not me.
He clinked his glass gently against mine before I even lifted it. The liquid splashed a little. I forced a smile.
Patricia giggled softly, probably trying to break the tension. "That's sweet," she said.
He turned back to Dante. "Not having a drink?" He asked.
Dante shook his head. "I'm fine."
Mancini chuckled. "You have the same traits as your sister. Fierce."
I wanted it all to be over. I'd rather I suffered alone than have Mancini bring Dante to the house to just taunt me.
"Is Father home alone?" I asked.
